I write and I write and I write.
I feel good, this is a breeze,
I speed through the page with ease.
Now its time revise.
And my oh my, what have I written?
Oh, the words are chewed and bitten.
And I cry, and I cry.
My grammars a mess! I exclaim.
My dialogue sounds fake,
Was this a mistake?
My outlines held together with bubble gum and tape!
And now, what's this?
Writers block? Oh my!
Is it a condition?
Can it be cured?
Only by me? You say?
That cannot be!
Because I stare a the blank paper,
I can't do this!
But then again, I think,
Can't leave my characters hanging, now can I?